Gus

"Don't leave me, please? You'll stay won't you Gus? For me?" His dark eyes glared down at me. Silent, as always. His warm features gone, matching the grim side of his permanently scared face. His eyes spoke millions of words, syllables, phrases, sentences, paragraphs.
"Gus I love you, so what if they don't? I need you here. With me." I leaned forward, toward him but he kept his cold hands in his pockets, he leaned away. I was so close to begging, maybe I already was at this point, I need him, to stay with me. He shook his head, his back straight and he turned to walk away, I reached fo him but he dodged without looking. I blinked back my teary vision, but when it cleared, he was gone.